Author's Note: Writing moods are good. Yes, they are. o_O; And remember, "..." is speaking, italics is dreaming, and '...' is thinking.
Disclaimer: I wanna own Beyblade! ;_; But I don't! Bah, oh well. Rhia and Amethyst are my characters.
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Deadly Nightshade
Chapter Three
Demolition
{Wake up....hey....are you okay...come on....the others are dead...gone...but you...you're....still here}
Rhia awoke with a start. Her heartbeat racing. She tried to figure out what that was all about. But nothing came to mind. Nothing at all. She knew who she was. She knew the basics. But whenever she tried to dig deeper into the depths of her memory, it would all fade and turn to darkness. Finally, she realized where she was. The white walls radiated, forcing her to squint. She was in a bed. Everything was white. Machines stood by the walls. She was in some sort of hospital room. Lazily, she sat up.
"Mmph?" She tried to speak, but words felt unfamiliar in her mouth. How long was she out for? And why was she being tortured with a hideous headache? Rhia sighed and lay back down on the soft feather pillow. Staring at the blank ceiling.
"So you're finally awake. Took you long enough," that voice. It was the same one from her dream. She lifted her head, wincing slightly. The headache was getting worse. But she didn't see a doctor, like she'd expected. Instead a boy stood by the door, her age or perhaps a year older. His bright red hair contrasted with the white of the room. He wore white and orange winter clothing, dark blue sleeves visible from beneath the vest-like top.
Rhia blinked in response, "How long was I out for?"
"A few days. But I ask the questions here," he looked her over, and stepped a bit closer, "Why were you walking around the abbey?"
She looked down, in deep thought. Whenever she tried to remember anything past the dream, her mind swam away. Drowning in darkness, and the occasional flash of light. The only sound being a quiet, echoing explosion. "I...I can't...remember."
"Can't remember? Good one, but I'm not falling for it. Listen, if you're not gonna answer me, we have ways of making intruders speak."
Rhia stared up at him. The confusion in her mind was driving her crazy. Whatever she could call up just became a jumble of nothing. And this boy was trying to force her to make sense of all this? He didn't believe her when she said she couldn't remember. Suddenly, her own childishness bubbled out. Tears slowly began to well up in her eyes, "Why don't you believe me? I'm telling the truth! I can't remember anything!"
He was surprised at her sudden outburst of tears. What the hell was up with this girl? "Okay, okay, you don't have to pitch a fit. I'll talk to the boss, see what we can do about you." With that, he turned and hurriedly left the room.
"I can't...and I don't know why..." Rhia stared at her blanket, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her hooded sweatshirt. The headache was beginning to subside. She swung her feet over the side of the bed, the floor cold on her bare feet. Aside from a little dizzy ness, she was able to stand. 'Ugh, a few days in the same clothes. This is disgusting. I have stuff...right?' Her bag was leaning by the wall, visibly searched through. 'Joy. They better not've taken anything...' All her clothing was off to the side a bit. She found some clothing that looked good enough to wear. There was a small bathroom linked to the room she was in. She changed into a deep red sleeveless shirt that had a large zipper below her collarbone, with a black vest over top. Chains lay over her shoulders, clipped to the vest, and hung over her upper arms, which were covered with deep red fingerless gloves. Quickly, she pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans with a huge zipper, and fastened the waist and bottoms with black belts. After pulling her boots back on, she completed the outfit with a large black belt around her neck, overlapping her chin a bit.
"All right, the bos- What are you doing?" The boy was back. And had noticed her 'little' change in outfit.
"What's it look like?"
He raised an eyebrow, "Nevermind. Now get going, the boss wants to see you." He began walking out the door, then realized Rhia wasn't following him, "That's your cue to follow."
She blinked, "Oh! Sorry..." with that, she obediently followed the red-haired teen. They walked down countless dark corridors. The walls, ceiling, and floor, all stone. Not a very comfortable atmosphere. The boy led her to a large wooden door.
"Get in. And don't sit unless the boss tells you to." He opened the door, allowing her to walk inside first, then followed her and shut the door. The room, unlike the corridors, had actual walls, in a dark cream color. A desk stood in the center. And behind the desk was a leather chair. In the chair sat a purple-haired man in an army-green cloak.
"So I see you've found your way to our little abbey," his voice was dark, and sent slight shivers up Rhia's spine. She nodded stiffly. "And apparently you fail to remember anything. Is this true?"
"Yes sir. Whenever I try to remember anything, all I get is a jumble of...stuff...that...is all...random," Rhia moved her hands awkwardly, trying to explain, but failing miserably. She stopped when she noticed the man was staring at her with an odd expression, "Sorry..."
He just nodded, "I see." he turned to the boy, "Tala, what do you think? Does she appear weak?"
He smirked, "Well she did break down in tears when I didn't believe that she couldn't remember anything."
A flash of anger streaked through Rhia's eyes, "Those weren't tears of weakness! They were of confusion! How would you feel if you could barely remember anything?!"
"Calm down, Rhia."
She whipped around to face the man, "How do you know my name?"
He opened a desk drawer and lifted out a card. Rhia's ID. He read the card out loud, "Rhia Kotowska. Birthplace: Warsaw, Poland. So you came all that way to come visit our little abbey," he smirked, "Now. We've scanned all your availible Beyblade data," yet again he reached into the drawer, this time pulling out Ebonite.
The familiar navy glint rang a bell in her mind. Ebonite! Her Beyblade. Her most prized possession. "HOW DID YOU GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON MY PRECIOUS EBONITE?!" Rhia tried to leap at the man, but barely got off the ground before she was restrained by Tala. "Let me go!"
The man relaxed, "Now now. There was no harm done to the Beyblade. The Bitbeast has potential, though. I now tell you, that you are to stay at the abbey and train." Rhia stared blankly, "You must not, I repeat, must NOT leave, without letting out personnel know and going wherever you plan on going without anyone. Or face severe punishment."
"Me? Here?" she continued her clueless stare. The man sighed.
"Yes. You. Here. I believe that we would be able to provide training to greatly increase the power of the Bitbeast you call Ebonite. And you being a female, it would easily get your opponents to underestimate you. I am Boris. Of BioVolt," he smiled, a strange, rather sinister smile, "Welcome aboard."
Rhia tilted her head, still rather confused, "Umm, okay. Can I have my stuff back now?" She impatiently reached out a hand. Giving her an odd look, Boris returned the Beyblade and the ID.
"Tala, take her back to the medical ward. And don't tell her anything you'd want me to punish you for."
"Yes sir." The two walked down the halls in silence. Neither speaking until they reached the white room.
Rhia sat on the bed, while Tala remained standing. She looked up at him, "What was all that about...?"
"This abbey selects at trains Beybladers and hones their natural skills to help them reach perfection..." they talked far into the night. And only stopped when Rhia's sleepyness got the best of her, and she slowly dozed off...
The next morning started at five in the morning. Leaving Rhia with only a few hours of sleep. But she was excited about her first day training, and was wide awake as soon as Tala walked into the room screaming 'WAKE UP!' She quickly got dressed and followed him down more stone corridors. He led her to another giant wooden door, but this time with two locks on the edge. As Tala opened the door, she saw a large dish planted in the center of the room. Three boys stood around it. Two taller ones, blonde and light purple hair. And one shorter, with deep blue hair. They all remained indifferent as the door shut with a loud, echoing bang.
That is, until Tala spoke, "The new recruit is here." Rhia poked out from behind him, and nervously waved to the three boys that now faced in their direction.
"Hey. I'm..uh...Rhia," and quickly hid again.
"Stop that." Tala hissed. He stepped away, trying to get Rhia to stop hiding. The blonde haired boy introduced himself.
"Spencer."
The one with deep blue hair bent down towards the dish, retrieving his Beyblade. "The name's Ian. And that over there," he jerked a thumb at the teen with the light purple hair, "is Bryan. Looks like you're gonna be training with the Demolition Boys." Rhia was surprised that he seemed the friendlier of the four.
She replied with a nervous, "I guess so." but before she could say anything more, Tala began walking towards the dish.
"Let's get started, we're wasting training time."
"Right then." Rhia followed him, and stood by the edge of the dish, by Bryan, who was slowly moving away. She glanced at him and glared, before facing Tala and waiting for instructions. But he wasn't giving any, his launcher was already over the dish. She took the hint and raised her own. The two Beyblades flew into the dish and began circling the perimeter.
Tala watched them circle in opposite directions, dodging eachother with every pass, "Call out your Bitbeast."
Rhia blinked. "But why? We're not even battling."
"That's an order." He snapped.
With a slight whimper she faced the dish again, "Ebonite, come out." A pale blue light shone from the center of the spinning Blade.
"Wolborg." Tala's blade also glowed, and Wolborg appeared in all his frozen glory. Then Ebonite emerged. And she was huge, about twice the size of Wolborg. Tala raised a pointed eyebrow in interest. "Rather tall, isn't she?"
Rhia shrugged, and fell as Bryan knocked her down as he left the training area. She blinked, "What's with him?"
"He's just like that," Ian had been watching the blades, "you'll just have to get used to it."
Mumbling quietly she got up, and heard the music that was Ebonite's silent voice. 'Ah...her attacks...Thanks for the reminder, Ebonite.' The two Beyblades were still circling, the Bitbeasts floated overhead, motionless. "Let's give this a shot, Ebonite! Avalanche attack!" immediately, the Bitbeast stirred, awoken from it's temporary stillness. Her talons were raised off the floor. And before anyone had a chance to react, she began tearing apart whatever was in her way. Rhia's Beyblade increased in speed, ramming into Wolborg, and coming back around in a small circle and repeating the whole process. Wolborg was barely affected, as he was stronger and more experienced, but the stadium wasn't doing so well. Huge chunks of it stuck out at odd angles, and debris was scattered all around.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU _DOING_?!" But Tala's words didn't get through to Rhia. She was entirely fixated on the dish. Dust flew around her, blown out of the dish by the force of the Beyblades, but she remained unaffected. She didn't blink. Her pupils had shrunk almost entirely, the slits that remained were barely visible. "RHIA! STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!" Wolborg could not be told to attack, for Ebonite was blocking all possible movement. Ian and Spencer watched from a distance. "RHIA!!" Nothing, no response. Ebonite was showing no remorse, the fact that her attacks did nothing only caused her to destroy more in her path. The dish was almost demolished by now, the two Blades had to leap over wreckage. Tala's screaming still didn't reach Rhia. Nothing did. "THAT IS IT, RHIA!" He ran at her, tackling her to the ground. She blinked, her pupils returning to her normal size. Ebonite had slowed down, and stopped attacking Wolborg and the dish. The two Bitbeasts disappeared back into their Beyblades. Ebonite slowed to a stop, and tipped over, while Wolborg remained in one spot.
"What? Get offa me!" He just leaned his weight onto her even more.
"Explain yourself." His aqua eyes were aflame with anger. Rhia stared back, fear reflecting in her own emerald orbs.
Her thoughts flew, her heartbeat raced, 'What did I do now...?'
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Fwee, I like this chapter ^_^
I really don't know how Spencer's personality works, as with Bryan and Ian, so please don't hate me if I screw them up _;
I still feel ignored...So I would REALLY appreciate it if I got a decent amount of reviews...
Au revoir.
Disclaimer: I wanna own Beyblade! ;_; But I don't! Bah, oh well. Rhia and Amethyst are my characters.
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Deadly Nightshade
Chapter Three
Demolition
{Wake up....hey....are you okay...come on....the others are dead...gone...but you...you're....still here}
Rhia awoke with a start. Her heartbeat racing. She tried to figure out what that was all about. But nothing came to mind. Nothing at all. She knew who she was. She knew the basics. But whenever she tried to dig deeper into the depths of her memory, it would all fade and turn to darkness. Finally, she realized where she was. The white walls radiated, forcing her to squint. She was in a bed. Everything was white. Machines stood by the walls. She was in some sort of hospital room. Lazily, she sat up.
"Mmph?" She tried to speak, but words felt unfamiliar in her mouth. How long was she out for? And why was she being tortured with a hideous headache? Rhia sighed and lay back down on the soft feather pillow. Staring at the blank ceiling.
"So you're finally awake. Took you long enough," that voice. It was the same one from her dream. She lifted her head, wincing slightly. The headache was getting worse. But she didn't see a doctor, like she'd expected. Instead a boy stood by the door, her age or perhaps a year older. His bright red hair contrasted with the white of the room. He wore white and orange winter clothing, dark blue sleeves visible from beneath the vest-like top.
Rhia blinked in response, "How long was I out for?"
"A few days. But I ask the questions here," he looked her over, and stepped a bit closer, "Why were you walking around the abbey?"
She looked down, in deep thought. Whenever she tried to remember anything past the dream, her mind swam away. Drowning in darkness, and the occasional flash of light. The only sound being a quiet, echoing explosion. "I...I can't...remember."
"Can't remember? Good one, but I'm not falling for it. Listen, if you're not gonna answer me, we have ways of making intruders speak."
Rhia stared up at him. The confusion in her mind was driving her crazy. Whatever she could call up just became a jumble of nothing. And this boy was trying to force her to make sense of all this? He didn't believe her when she said she couldn't remember. Suddenly, her own childishness bubbled out. Tears slowly began to well up in her eyes, "Why don't you believe me? I'm telling the truth! I can't remember anything!"
He was surprised at her sudden outburst of tears. What the hell was up with this girl? "Okay, okay, you don't have to pitch a fit. I'll talk to the boss, see what we can do about you." With that, he turned and hurriedly left the room.
"I can't...and I don't know why..." Rhia stared at her blanket, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her hooded sweatshirt. The headache was beginning to subside. She swung her feet over the side of the bed, the floor cold on her bare feet. Aside from a little dizzy ness, she was able to stand. 'Ugh, a few days in the same clothes. This is disgusting. I have stuff...right?' Her bag was leaning by the wall, visibly searched through. 'Joy. They better not've taken anything...' All her clothing was off to the side a bit. She found some clothing that looked good enough to wear. There was a small bathroom linked to the room she was in. She changed into a deep red sleeveless shirt that had a large zipper below her collarbone, with a black vest over top. Chains lay over her shoulders, clipped to the vest, and hung over her upper arms, which were covered with deep red fingerless gloves. Quickly, she pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans with a huge zipper, and fastened the waist and bottoms with black belts. After pulling her boots back on, she completed the outfit with a large black belt around her neck, overlapping her chin a bit.
"All right, the bos- What are you doing?" The boy was back. And had noticed her 'little' change in outfit.
"What's it look like?"
He raised an eyebrow, "Nevermind. Now get going, the boss wants to see you." He began walking out the door, then realized Rhia wasn't following him, "That's your cue to follow."
She blinked, "Oh! Sorry..." with that, she obediently followed the red-haired teen. They walked down countless dark corridors. The walls, ceiling, and floor, all stone. Not a very comfortable atmosphere. The boy led her to a large wooden door.
"Get in. And don't sit unless the boss tells you to." He opened the door, allowing her to walk inside first, then followed her and shut the door. The room, unlike the corridors, had actual walls, in a dark cream color. A desk stood in the center. And behind the desk was a leather chair. In the chair sat a purple-haired man in an army-green cloak.
"So I see you've found your way to our little abbey," his voice was dark, and sent slight shivers up Rhia's spine. She nodded stiffly. "And apparently you fail to remember anything. Is this true?"
"Yes sir. Whenever I try to remember anything, all I get is a jumble of...stuff...that...is all...random," Rhia moved her hands awkwardly, trying to explain, but failing miserably. She stopped when she noticed the man was staring at her with an odd expression, "Sorry..."
He just nodded, "I see." he turned to the boy, "Tala, what do you think? Does she appear weak?"
He smirked, "Well she did break down in tears when I didn't believe that she couldn't remember anything."
A flash of anger streaked through Rhia's eyes, "Those weren't tears of weakness! They were of confusion! How would you feel if you could barely remember anything?!"
"Calm down, Rhia."
She whipped around to face the man, "How do you know my name?"
He opened a desk drawer and lifted out a card. Rhia's ID. He read the card out loud, "Rhia Kotowska. Birthplace: Warsaw, Poland. So you came all that way to come visit our little abbey," he smirked, "Now. We've scanned all your availible Beyblade data," yet again he reached into the drawer, this time pulling out Ebonite.
The familiar navy glint rang a bell in her mind. Ebonite! Her Beyblade. Her most prized possession. "HOW DID YOU GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON MY PRECIOUS EBONITE?!" Rhia tried to leap at the man, but barely got off the ground before she was restrained by Tala. "Let me go!"
The man relaxed, "Now now. There was no harm done to the Beyblade. The Bitbeast has potential, though. I now tell you, that you are to stay at the abbey and train." Rhia stared blankly, "You must not, I repeat, must NOT leave, without letting out personnel know and going wherever you plan on going without anyone. Or face severe punishment."
"Me? Here?" she continued her clueless stare. The man sighed.
"Yes. You. Here. I believe that we would be able to provide training to greatly increase the power of the Bitbeast you call Ebonite. And you being a female, it would easily get your opponents to underestimate you. I am Boris. Of BioVolt," he smiled, a strange, rather sinister smile, "Welcome aboard."
Rhia tilted her head, still rather confused, "Umm, okay. Can I have my stuff back now?" She impatiently reached out a hand. Giving her an odd look, Boris returned the Beyblade and the ID.
"Tala, take her back to the medical ward. And don't tell her anything you'd want me to punish you for."
"Yes sir." The two walked down the halls in silence. Neither speaking until they reached the white room.
Rhia sat on the bed, while Tala remained standing. She looked up at him, "What was all that about...?"
"This abbey selects at trains Beybladers and hones their natural skills to help them reach perfection..." they talked far into the night. And only stopped when Rhia's sleepyness got the best of her, and she slowly dozed off...
The next morning started at five in the morning. Leaving Rhia with only a few hours of sleep. But she was excited about her first day training, and was wide awake as soon as Tala walked into the room screaming 'WAKE UP!' She quickly got dressed and followed him down more stone corridors. He led her to another giant wooden door, but this time with two locks on the edge. As Tala opened the door, she saw a large dish planted in the center of the room. Three boys stood around it. Two taller ones, blonde and light purple hair. And one shorter, with deep blue hair. They all remained indifferent as the door shut with a loud, echoing bang.
That is, until Tala spoke, "The new recruit is here." Rhia poked out from behind him, and nervously waved to the three boys that now faced in their direction.
"Hey. I'm..uh...Rhia," and quickly hid again.
"Stop that." Tala hissed. He stepped away, trying to get Rhia to stop hiding. The blonde haired boy introduced himself.
"Spencer."
The one with deep blue hair bent down towards the dish, retrieving his Beyblade. "The name's Ian. And that over there," he jerked a thumb at the teen with the light purple hair, "is Bryan. Looks like you're gonna be training with the Demolition Boys." Rhia was surprised that he seemed the friendlier of the four.
She replied with a nervous, "I guess so." but before she could say anything more, Tala began walking towards the dish.
"Let's get started, we're wasting training time."
"Right then." Rhia followed him, and stood by the edge of the dish, by Bryan, who was slowly moving away. She glanced at him and glared, before facing Tala and waiting for instructions. But he wasn't giving any, his launcher was already over the dish. She took the hint and raised her own. The two Beyblades flew into the dish and began circling the perimeter.
Tala watched them circle in opposite directions, dodging eachother with every pass, "Call out your Bitbeast."
Rhia blinked. "But why? We're not even battling."
"That's an order." He snapped.
With a slight whimper she faced the dish again, "Ebonite, come out." A pale blue light shone from the center of the spinning Blade.
"Wolborg." Tala's blade also glowed, and Wolborg appeared in all his frozen glory. Then Ebonite emerged. And she was huge, about twice the size of Wolborg. Tala raised a pointed eyebrow in interest. "Rather tall, isn't she?"
Rhia shrugged, and fell as Bryan knocked her down as he left the training area. She blinked, "What's with him?"
"He's just like that," Ian had been watching the blades, "you'll just have to get used to it."
Mumbling quietly she got up, and heard the music that was Ebonite's silent voice. 'Ah...her attacks...Thanks for the reminder, Ebonite.' The two Beyblades were still circling, the Bitbeasts floated overhead, motionless. "Let's give this a shot, Ebonite! Avalanche attack!" immediately, the Bitbeast stirred, awoken from it's temporary stillness. Her talons were raised off the floor. And before anyone had a chance to react, she began tearing apart whatever was in her way. Rhia's Beyblade increased in speed, ramming into Wolborg, and coming back around in a small circle and repeating the whole process. Wolborg was barely affected, as he was stronger and more experienced, but the stadium wasn't doing so well. Huge chunks of it stuck out at odd angles, and debris was scattered all around.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU _DOING_?!" But Tala's words didn't get through to Rhia. She was entirely fixated on the dish. Dust flew around her, blown out of the dish by the force of the Beyblades, but she remained unaffected. She didn't blink. Her pupils had shrunk almost entirely, the slits that remained were barely visible. "RHIA! STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!" Wolborg could not be told to attack, for Ebonite was blocking all possible movement. Ian and Spencer watched from a distance. "RHIA!!" Nothing, no response. Ebonite was showing no remorse, the fact that her attacks did nothing only caused her to destroy more in her path. The dish was almost demolished by now, the two Blades had to leap over wreckage. Tala's screaming still didn't reach Rhia. Nothing did. "THAT IS IT, RHIA!" He ran at her, tackling her to the ground. She blinked, her pupils returning to her normal size. Ebonite had slowed down, and stopped attacking Wolborg and the dish. The two Bitbeasts disappeared back into their Beyblades. Ebonite slowed to a stop, and tipped over, while Wolborg remained in one spot.
"What? Get offa me!" He just leaned his weight onto her even more.
"Explain yourself." His aqua eyes were aflame with anger. Rhia stared back, fear reflecting in her own emerald orbs.
Her thoughts flew, her heartbeat raced, 'What did I do now...?'
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Fwee, I like this chapter ^_^
I really don't know how Spencer's personality works, as with Bryan and Ian, so please don't hate me if I screw them up _;
I still feel ignored...So I would REALLY appreciate it if I got a decent amount of reviews...
Au revoir.